My Butterfly

Oh god the things I would do for him, and yet he never know it,

for my shy butterfly remains a shy butterfly, as I am, but yet we stay together,

were just two shy butterflies whose paths crossed one faithful day,

and to my surprise six years later my butterfly is still with me.



Neither I nor him would ever admit to it, to being so alone when we’re not together.

We see our faults and we know our faults yet society will show us them time and time again.

We walk through a crowded school, immune to the jabs of the others to our already small ego,

but we fly on and on.



No man, no breeze, not anything can take us away from each other, but each other,

and one day, we may fly separately, to meet again, or to vanish from each other forever,

what we do is what we do, for he is my butterfly, my shy, sweet, loving butterfly,

who gave me my wings,who hatched from the most beautiful cocoon, from the sweetest caterpillar,

stay strong you, for I am here. And oh god the things I would do for you.